Tough guy don’t like the taste of Cogna
his confiscated harmonica waiting
like a fetus in the street
Hiding the cocoon behind a dumpster
taking prompt flight to the woods
we spread a pound there and wait for takers
Blind Piano Homeless slow-hands
the juvenile socket
for all the diners to see
scram: we meet in the parking lot and counterfeit librettos
swarm: we duck behind black vans loaded with atonement
searching stolen mailboxes
for organ transfer approval
and collapsed roof postcards
Whores we shunned bring their crippled moms
and make a play for the plumber
With grocery store bowling balls
we poll a small crowd huddled in the earth’s shadow
their beef eyelids heave like a dying rhino
Delayed flight loitering in hostile hotel lobby
with House Pro and his wall of infants
cobras recline in handicapped poses
blocking children
from water fountains and sleep
trails lit by intestines
connecting suffocated museums
we cough up lawn darts and catch our breath
by the newspapers and tourism pamphlets
Just like that, a magician’s invisibility
now we see it no we don’t